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A literary journalist and publicist since 2001, Dee Stewart’s writings have appeared in RT Book Reviews, Spirit Led Woman, Precious Times, Romantic Times Magazines and on The Master’s Artist Blog. Her work focuses on fiction, popular culture, media and their relationship to people who live according to a Christian worldview. She is the also owner of Christian Fiction Blog and DeeGospel PR. Moreover, she writes for Kensington Publishers under the pen name Miranda Parker. Her novel A Good Excuse to Be Bad releases July 2011. She lives in Atlanta, GA.

Tandy took a deep breath, tightened her grip on the sagging violet, sent up a prayer of thanks that she’d picked the Ann Taylor suit today—must look sharp when being fired--and stepped across the threshold.

"He’s waiting for you." Sympathy shimmered in Anna’s blue eyes. The Orlando sun shining through the window made Anna’s hair glow like a fresh pearl.

Tandy set the violet down on Anna’s desk. "Thanks, Anna. It’s been good knowing you. I wonder if you might coax this little guy back to life?"

Anna raised her eyebrows. "Tandy, how many times do I have to tell you? You’re a danger to plants." She smiled and wagged her finger. "You taking them in isn’t an act of kindness. You leave the greenery to us old chicks."

Tandy laughed. "Yes ma’am." She took another breath. "I guess I should go in now."

Anna sobered. "Guess so."

"Still on cup number three?"

"I just took in cup four. I doubt he’s taken a sip yet, though. He’s slowingdown."

"Thanks for everything, Anna."

"You’re welcome, honey. Take care of yourself. And you call me if you needanything, hear?"

Tandy nodded, only now realizing that losing her job also meant losing Anna’skind wisdom. She blinked hard. Crying at work would not do. She stepped toChristopher’s door and knocked.

"Come." His deep voice bellowed through the door and Tandy’s pulse kicked upagain. This was it. For the first time ever, Tandy Sinclair was about to befired from a job. When she’d moved to Orlando to take this job and declare waron the city that took her childhood, Tandy never would have guessed she’dbecome an actual beach bum.

"Tandy, sit down, sit down." Christopher stood, gesturing to a chair andpatting the telltale stripes of his Ben Silver tie. "Seems we have a littlesituation on our hands." The hawks circled one story below his window, the topsof their feathered backs lit by the sun.

Tandy sat down and nodded.

Christopher’s padded leather chair creaked with his weight. He settled back,propped his elbows on the arms, and templed his fingers. "Harry tells me he’sheaded for a prison cell."

"I’ve assured Harry that there must be some misunderstanding since you’re oneof the most capable attorneys this firm has seen in quite some time. So,please, Tandy, explain to me how one of our biggest clients, someone for whomyou serve as lead counsel, suddenly finds himself facing jail."